Yay! I've written more! LOL! Anyway, Misao and Yahiko enter the story! Exciting, isn't it? I hope you all enjoy!
Disclaimer: Well, you've caught me. I do own Rurouni Kenshin...actually, no I don't...but this is the land of make believe, isn't it? LOL!
In the tiny village near Tokyo, fifteen year old Misao was squatting by the side of a small, shabby looking store peering out at the people of the town. Although it was late afternoon and nearing the dinner hour, many were still out, stopping in shops or having casual conversations on the dusty road. Misao grinned to herself. Perfect, she thought.
Turning around she beckoned in a loud whisper, "Yahiko! Come on!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Twelve year old Yahiko muttered, trotting over and crouching beside her.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"I suppose so, although I'd do a lot better without you getting in the way," he replied.
At this, Misao with clenched fists, exclaimed, "I do not get in the way!"
"Shh!" Yahiko quickly clasped his hand over her mouth, "Do you want them to hear us?" Misao shook her head, and Yahiko removed his hand from her mouth. "See, I told you all you do is get in the way…"
Misao let out an angry growl, "Why you -" She went to lunge for him, but he had already moved ahead and she fell forward, landing flat on her face with an moan.
"What are you doing, Misao?" Yahiko questioned, now a bit beyond their hiding spot behind the store. "Quit wasting time and come on!"
Muttering something with annoyance to herself, Misao lifted herself from the ground, dusted herself off and slowly inched her way out from the side of the store, waiting for the signal from Yahiko.
Yahiko, smiling a bit to himself as he eyed the couple dozen people or so still out and about. Now where to begin?, he thought, before spotting two men in their early twenties. They didn't seem too bright in Yahiko's eyes, and so he decided that they would make the perfect distraction.
Suddenly, Yahiko began sobbing and he ran toward the two men. As soon as he reached them, he immediately fell into one of them and started crying hysterically.
"Huh?" Katsu questioned, quite startled, as he looked down at the weeping boy who had buried his face in his shirt.
"I'm sorry, mister, but I lost my dog!" Yahiko said through tears, pushing away slightly and looking up at Katsu with sad eyes. "I can't find her anywhere. She was my best friend!" At his last sentence, Yahiko became choked up and fell back into Katsu, who sort of embraced him awkwardly.
By now, a small crowd had formed around Yahiko, and a bit of a commotion began as Misao slipped from her hiding spot and into the gathering. "What's wrong, what's wrong?" One person asked.
"This boy seems to have lost his dog," Another answered.
"Oh, how awful!" A third replied.
Katsu, feeling even more uncomfortable with the increasing attention, glanced over at Sanosuke for some sort of solution. Sanosuke managed a half smile before he fell to one knee and addressed Yahiko, "Hey, kid, what's your dog look like?"
Pulling away from Katsu once more, although still gripping on to his shirt, he looked over at Sanosuke and wiped away the tears from his puffy, red eyes. "Well," he began, "She's got dark fur. And blue eyes. She's not too bright, but she's kind of got a temper."
"A temper, hey?" Sanosuke let out a laugh, "Okay, what else?"
"And she's really big…" Yahiko continued as Misao weaved her way through the crowd. Singing to herself pleasantly, And a little yen there, a little yen here. Oh, a pocket full of yen…la la la la. One by one, she pick pocketed the people who had gathered out of concern for the sobbing Yahiko. Soon, she was at the front of the crowd, where Katsu and Sanosuke were, backs facing her. Grinning deviously to herself, she reached for the white pocket of Sanosuke, who was still kneeling in order to speak with the crying boy.
Meanwhile Yahiko continued on, through sobs, explaining his dog to the twenty three year olds, and all those in the crowd who would listen. "Oh yeah! She has this really big pink bow around her. And she barks really loudly…"
"Hey!" A man spoke up, "I think I saw a dog like that the other day ago. Barked a lot."
Yahiko's teary eyes widened, "Really?" he asked hopefully, as Misao's hand drew nearer to Sanosuke.
"Yeah but no pink bow that I can remember…" The man added, frowning.
"Oh," Yahiko lowered his head before breaking down once more and burying his head once more into Katsu.
"Now, don't cry," Katsu said, "It'll be okay. We'll find your dog."
"That's right!" Sanosuke agreed, rising to his feet much to Misao's dismay, who gritted her teeth with frustration. Sighing, she reached up once more his pocket. "Now, tell me, what's your dog's name kid?"
Sniffling, Yahiko turned and looked up at him, "Misao," he replied, "And she kind of looks like a weasel."
"Hmm?" Sanosuke raised an eyebrow, surprised at the description. However, he didn't have much time for contemplation.
"What?!" Misao exclaimed, furiously, mouth wide open and eyes glaring. Her hand had been right by Sanosuke's pocket at the time, but she had given herself away. Instinctively, Sanosuke grabbed it and spun around to face her, yanking her a bit foward.
"A pickpocket, hey?" Sanosuke smirked. "Well, I hate to disappoint you, but you won't be finding anything in my pockets."
Realizing she had been caught, Misao quickly tried to explain, "Oh, uh, you got it all wrong. I'm not a pickpocket. Really, I'm not…"
"Hey!" A voice suddenly rang out through the crowd, "All my yen is gone!"
"Mine too!" Another declared. At this, Sanosuke reached into her pocket and removed all the Yen she had just stolen.
Misao laughed nervously. "I don't suppose you'd believe it was an accident, would you?"
"Police! Police!" A woman called out now and soon later, a police officer showed up.
"What seems to be the problem?" he questioned, looking around the crowd for anything suspicious and then hastily pushing his way to the center of the mass.
"Just a pickpocket," Sanosuke explained, releasing Misao and she fell to the ground, landing on her behind.
"Ow," she whined, "My rump…"
"I see," The police officer said, "Thank you, sir, for your help." Quickly, he turned to Misao and went to help her up, "Well, come on little lady. A night in a prison cell will teach you better, I should think."
"Hey, but wait!" Misao protested, as the officer began to drag her off, "What about him?" She pointed to Yahiko and soon all eyes fell on the teary eyed boy, who nervously pulled away from Katsu and took a step back.
"What about him?" Katsu questioned.
"Well, he's just as guilty as I am! He's my partner in crime!"
Sanosuke scoffed and then turned to Yahiko, bending over slightly to speak with him, "Kid, do you have any idea who this girl is?" Sniveling a bit, Yahiko shook his head. Sanosuke stood up straight once more. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
"No, wait! He's lying!" Misao continued objecting as the policeman struggled to haul her off, "Can't you see? This isn't fair! Yahiko! Yahiko, I'll get you for this! Come on, Yahiko! This is so unfair! Yahiko, you jerk!"
Soon, Misao was finally out of sight, and Sanosuke shook his head and with a chuckle said, "You know kid, I wouldn't be surprised if that girl turned out to be your dog. Kid…?" Both Katsu and Sanosuke, as well as the rest of the baffled crowd, turned around to find that Yahiko was gone. "Where'd he go?"
"Hey!" Katsu suddenly exclaimed with alarm, rummaging through his pockets, "All my yen is gone!"
Disclaimer: Well, you've caught me. I do own Rurouni Kenshin...actually, no I don't...but this is the land of make believe, isn't it? LOL!
In the tiny village near Tokyo, fifteen year old Misao was squatting by the side of a small, shabby looking store peering out at the people of the town. Although it was late afternoon and nearing the dinner hour, many were still out, stopping in shops or having casual conversations on the dusty road. Misao grinned to herself. Perfect, she thought.
Turning around she beckoned in a loud whisper, "Yahiko! Come on!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Twelve year old Yahiko muttered, trotting over and crouching beside her.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"I suppose so, although I'd do a lot better without you getting in the way," he replied.
At this, Misao with clenched fists, exclaimed, "I do not get in the way!"
"Shh!" Yahiko quickly clasped his hand over her mouth, "Do you want them to hear us?" Misao shook her head, and Yahiko removed his hand from her mouth. "See, I told you all you do is get in the way…"
Misao let out an angry growl, "Why you -" She went to lunge for him, but he had already moved ahead and she fell forward, landing flat on her face with an moan.
"What are you doing, Misao?" Yahiko questioned, now a bit beyond their hiding spot behind the store. "Quit wasting time and come on!"
Muttering something with annoyance to herself, Misao lifted herself from the ground, dusted herself off and slowly inched her way out from the side of the store, waiting for the signal from Yahiko.
Yahiko, smiling a bit to himself as he eyed the couple dozen people or so still out and about. Now where to begin?, he thought, before spotting two men in their early twenties. They didn't seem too bright in Yahiko's eyes, and so he decided that they would make the perfect distraction.
Suddenly, Yahiko began sobbing and he ran toward the two men. As soon as he reached them, he immediately fell into one of them and started crying hysterically.
"Huh?" Katsu questioned, quite startled, as he looked down at the weeping boy who had buried his face in his shirt.
"I'm sorry, mister, but I lost my dog!" Yahiko said through tears, pushing away slightly and looking up at Katsu with sad eyes. "I can't find her anywhere. She was my best friend!" At his last sentence, Yahiko became choked up and fell back into Katsu, who sort of embraced him awkwardly.
By now, a small crowd had formed around Yahiko, and a bit of a commotion began as Misao slipped from her hiding spot and into the gathering. "What's wrong, what's wrong?" One person asked.
"This boy seems to have lost his dog," Another answered.
"Oh, how awful!" A third replied.
Katsu, feeling even more uncomfortable with the increasing attention, glanced over at Sanosuke for some sort of solution. Sanosuke managed a half smile before he fell to one knee and addressed Yahiko, "Hey, kid, what's your dog look like?"
Pulling away from Katsu once more, although still gripping on to his shirt, he looked over at Sanosuke and wiped away the tears from his puffy, red eyes. "Well," he began, "She's got dark fur. And blue eyes. She's not too bright, but she's kind of got a temper."
"A temper, hey?" Sanosuke let out a laugh, "Okay, what else?"
"And she's really big…" Yahiko continued as Misao weaved her way through the crowd. Singing to herself pleasantly, And a little yen there, a little yen here. Oh, a pocket full of yen…la la la la. One by one, she pick pocketed the people who had gathered out of concern for the sobbing Yahiko. Soon, she was at the front of the crowd, where Katsu and Sanosuke were, backs facing her. Grinning deviously to herself, she reached for the white pocket of Sanosuke, who was still kneeling in order to speak with the crying boy.
Meanwhile Yahiko continued on, through sobs, explaining his dog to the twenty three year olds, and all those in the crowd who would listen. "Oh yeah! She has this really big pink bow around her. And she barks really loudly…"
"Hey!" A man spoke up, "I think I saw a dog like that the other day ago. Barked a lot."
Yahiko's teary eyes widened, "Really?" he asked hopefully, as Misao's hand drew nearer to Sanosuke.
"Yeah but no pink bow that I can remember…" The man added, frowning.
"Oh," Yahiko lowered his head before breaking down once more and burying his head once more into Katsu.
"Now, don't cry," Katsu said, "It'll be okay. We'll find your dog."
"That's right!" Sanosuke agreed, rising to his feet much to Misao's dismay, who gritted her teeth with frustration. Sighing, she reached up once more his pocket. "Now, tell me, what's your dog's name kid?"
Sniffling, Yahiko turned and looked up at him, "Misao," he replied, "And she kind of looks like a weasel."
"Hmm?" Sanosuke raised an eyebrow, surprised at the description. However, he didn't have much time for contemplation.
"What?!" Misao exclaimed, furiously, mouth wide open and eyes glaring. Her hand had been right by Sanosuke's pocket at the time, but she had given herself away. Instinctively, Sanosuke grabbed it and spun around to face her, yanking her a bit foward.
"A pickpocket, hey?" Sanosuke smirked. "Well, I hate to disappoint you, but you won't be finding anything in my pockets."
Realizing she had been caught, Misao quickly tried to explain, "Oh, uh, you got it all wrong. I'm not a pickpocket. Really, I'm not…"
"Hey!" A voice suddenly rang out through the crowd, "All my yen is gone!"
"Mine too!" Another declared. At this, Sanosuke reached into her pocket and removed all the Yen she had just stolen.
Misao laughed nervously. "I don't suppose you'd believe it was an accident, would you?"
"Police! Police!" A woman called out now and soon later, a police officer showed up.
"What seems to be the problem?" he questioned, looking around the crowd for anything suspicious and then hastily pushing his way to the center of the mass.
"Just a pickpocket," Sanosuke explained, releasing Misao and she fell to the ground, landing on her behind.
"Ow," she whined, "My rump…"
"I see," The police officer said, "Thank you, sir, for your help." Quickly, he turned to Misao and went to help her up, "Well, come on little lady. A night in a prison cell will teach you better, I should think."
"Hey, but wait!" Misao protested, as the officer began to drag her off, "What about him?" She pointed to Yahiko and soon all eyes fell on the teary eyed boy, who nervously pulled away from Katsu and took a step back.
"What about him?" Katsu questioned.
"Well, he's just as guilty as I am! He's my partner in crime!"
Sanosuke scoffed and then turned to Yahiko, bending over slightly to speak with him, "Kid, do you have any idea who this girl is?" Sniveling a bit, Yahiko shook his head. Sanosuke stood up straight once more. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
"No, wait! He's lying!" Misao continued objecting as the policeman struggled to haul her off, "Can't you see? This isn't fair! Yahiko! Yahiko, I'll get you for this! Come on, Yahiko! This is so unfair! Yahiko, you jerk!"
Soon, Misao was finally out of sight, and Sanosuke shook his head and with a chuckle said, "You know kid, I wouldn't be surprised if that girl turned out to be your dog. Kid…?" Both Katsu and Sanosuke, as well as the rest of the baffled crowd, turned around to find that Yahiko was gone. "Where'd he go?"
"Hey!" Katsu suddenly exclaimed with alarm, rummaging through his pockets, "All my yen is gone!"